"Well, I know nate is a sweetums. And you probably know it too. He's practically the puddin' in my pants! But .. well, sometimes he can be spooky .. to people that don't know him.

"Well, he'd been brooding a lot, and scrawling strange poem-things in the sand, which no one could make any sense of. And then there was the gun thing: you know those Michigan guys and their guns! Deborah nearly got winged when nate, the silly shmooglywooker, accidentally fired the bamboo revolver he'd been working on in secret. Well, my ass! That sure riled up a couple of people. I think they were jealous of his superior firepower. And scared.

"Plus, he wouldn't talk to anyone unless they addressed him as Sir, and asked for permission to enter "The M-noder Washroom and Silver Cloud Lounge" which was just really a dusty hollow under a bush that smelled of sulfur and monkeybrains. I think maybe he was getting fleas too.

"I'll miss that wittle croonypoker, but Everything2 needs him too, as soon as he showers. And if you disagree with me, I'll curse myself again!"

For the first couple of weeks, things went fine. We got
rid of the noders in more or less the agreed-to order. Then knifegirl got ousted. This wasn't supposed to happen. There were supposed to be safeguards against old-timer gods from losing access.

That's when the island started falling apart from me. Immediate suspicions on dem bones and jessicapierce, who could have fried the gods usergroup leaving us all powerless. By then my sole intent was to regain control of the island server.

At some point I realized that my last fifteen writeups
all had reputation -2, and I was going to be the next one out. No more hasty feature development to bolster my score. Thus was I booted.

But I have one last thing to say! This whole thing was a fix from the beginning. My plane ticket home was reserved two months before I was thrown off the island. If they didn't instigate it themselves, they knew when the nate would drop.